Owned By The Don
Every movement was deliberate, designed to remind her whose touch she carried, whose shadow claimed her.
“Zane wanted to make you doubt me,” Jaxon murmured, tracing the line of her spine with a fingertip. “But he forgot something.”
“What?” Her voice broke, fragile but sharp.
“That you don’t belong to yourself anymore. You belong to me, and as long as you’re mine, no one can unmake you.”
Her eyes burned. The words were savage, possessive, but they soothed the chaos inside her. She let herself exhale, let her forehead rest against the pillow. “Then take me, before the ghosts come back.”
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